"Don' t call me! Ning Qing'er He's already dead!" An ear-piercing roar rang out. Ning Qing'er half of his face that was exposed became more and more black runes. He could even hear people screaming.
"You are Qing'er. No matter what you become, I will recognize you." Seeing that Ning Qing'er reaction was so intense, Murong Mingyuan instead smiled. That kind of gentleness, that kind of pampering, and that kind of expression did not seem to care at all Ning Qing' er it could be called a terrifying face.
"Don' t be afraid. I will always be by your side." Murong Mingyuan formed a seal with both hands. As time passed, a lightning cloud appeared above Murong Mingyuan head. A streak of lightning as thick as a bucket directly hacked towards the golden foam that trapped Murong Mingyuan.
"Thunder
